Work by Molly Bullick :: Poem by Gerda Stevenson
From Quines by Gerda Stevenson
I chose this poem because every word sang out to me. The inability of government to give credence to common sense or to ‘read between the lines’ as evidenced today makes me despair. I have been thinking a lot about the waves of immigrants and displaced persons all over the globe and various governments humanitarian and not so humanitarian responses. And so history repeats and repeats. Good intentions tumble and the horrors remain hidden. I love the phrase ‘I told you so.’ So true.